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“A King’s reign is wrought with burden. Weighty decisions ripple through centuries. Still, decisions must be made.” The Nightmare’s whisper was like wind in the trees. “You are strong, Ravyn Yew. I have known that since the moment I clapped eyes on you. And you must keep being strong—” He turned and faced the hilltop. “For what comes next.”
― Rachel Gillig, Two Twisted Crowns

“You did not come all this way to yield to despair.”
― Rachel Gillig, Two Twisted Crowns

“We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“My mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: I wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. Only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief. I want the world overturned like a bowl of eggs, smashed at my feet.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“He doesn’t know how to be angry with me, either. We are like damp wood that won’t light.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. “No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“For the first time in all his life, he is not fast enough.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another.” He spread his broad hands. “We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?” He smiles. “Perhaps one day even I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“They do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth. This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Don’t you dare say it,” Wilder says, shaking his head. “Don’t you fucking dare.” I run my tongue over my teeth and very slowly and deliberately say, “Bologna.” His nostrils flare. His chest heaves. And in a very maniacal voice, his eyes boring holes into me, he says, “You son of a bitch.”
― Meghan Quinn, Till Summer Do Us Part

“Who doesn’t have baggage?” I ask. “There isn’t one person on this earth who hasn’t opened a metaphorical suitcase and dumped in it. No life is perfect, no journey unmarred. Everyone’s carrying around something. So there’s absolutely no need to apologize.”
― Meghan Quinn, Till Summer Do Us Part

“I was born into this world worrying,” she says. “I don’t know any other way of living.”
― Meghan Quinn, Till Summer Do Us Part

“Careful. In nature, beauty is a warning. The pretty ones are often poisonous.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“She looked at her life and found it small. Saw the road that lay ahead, and there were no curves, no bends; it ran straight and narrow all the way to its end.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“But María has known, all her life, that she is not meant for common paths, for humble houses and modest men. If she must walk a woman’s road, then it will take her somewhere new.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“No—disappearing would be better, because maybe in the absence of Alice she could become someone else.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“and it drives her mad, the idea that the shape of her body determines the shape her life must take. That her beauty is something she is expected to pass on instead of keep.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Did you know,” she would say brightly, “that sometimes I think of the cemetery plot where you will lie, beneath all that dirt and stone, and it brings me joy. And if by some unlucky spot I ever get with child, I will take them there, and let them frolic on your bones.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Her hand flies to her neck, thinking she’s been cut. But instead of a blade, or ragged wound, her fingers find soft hair, the widow’s head bent against her throat. And yet, beneath that softness. Something violent, sharp.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“She reaches out and runs her fingers through the ash. Knows she should feel horrified. But as she rises to her feet, all she feels is hungry.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“She doesn’t yet know that her own heart has ceased to beat. That what she feels now is nothing but an echo of a stolen pulse, a rhythm borrowed for the time it takes to drink. That as quickly as it ends, she will be raked by thirst again, not only for the taste of blood itself, but for the drum it beats inside her. She doesn’t know. All she knows is that, at last, she feels alive.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“There are other names for us, of course,” continues Hector. “Night walker. Blood drinker. Abomination. Vampire. But those are words crafted by mortal tongues. They are imperfect, incomplete. They lack the poetry, the brutality, the grace. No,” he says. “We are roses.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“one of those grim reminders that your life is small and the world is big, and even when it feels like it’s falling down, it’s only falling down on you. To everyone else, it’s just going on as usual.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“but when you’re working day by day, you’re not seeing the forest; you’re only counting trees.”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

“Live long enough, and things begin to rot.” He draws a hand from his pocket, taps a fingertip against his chest. “Compassion, affection, humility, care.” One strike with every word. “They drop away like petals, till all that’s left is stem and thorn. Hunger, and the urge to hunt.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Anger and resentment are the worst. They’re like rocks in your pockets. Too many, and you’ll drown.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“The woman took so little and gave so much. She offered the girl friendship, offered her pleasure, offered her everything she ever wanted. And in the end, all she asked for was her soul.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“She didn’t know it then, but it turns out a soul is what makes the sun feel warm against your skin, what gives food taste, what makes you feel full. “Still, the girl told herself it was worth it. After all, she had the woman’s love, and that was enough. That would always be enough.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil